Borrowed Time — текст песни (The GC5)

I`m not theirs in product or in name
But I`ve got no true discretion I can speak of
You can make your own distinctions but it`s all the fucking same
It`s servitude for someone else`s sake
And I dream I`m gonna give`em the old heave ho!
And my every thought turns to overthrow (Let`s go!)
And I strive to bite the hand that`s feeding me at last
And carry on the banner of the working class
When I`m dead on my feet or shackled to the beat
I`m always looking back over my shoulder
They make me paranoid and relegate me to defeat
A fate that fits me like an oak box
The long hard days of dead monotony
The foreman looking down, so paternal
I`ll curse the fucking hours cause I know they`re not for me
But for now I`ll carry on on borrowed time